Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1038: On the Hay (r-18)

My hands continued their exploration, gliding with deliberate slowness up the smooth expanse of her calves, then higher. My fingers traced the sensitive hollows behind her knees before my grip tightened on the warm, soft flesh of her inner thighs.

With a commanding pressure, I widened her legs further, opening her completely.

The hem of her dress ascended, revealing the delicate lace of her panties. They were already darkened with her arousal, the thin fabric clinging revealingly to the swollen outline of her cunt.

The damp material perfectly molded to her form, clearly showcasing the shape of her plump outer folds and the way her inner lips peeked out, glistening.

"Look at you," I murmured, my voice a low, rough growl thick with possessive hunger. "My queen… sitting here with your thighs spread for me, your pretty little pussy already dripping through your panties like a needy goddess."

Leaning closer, my nose brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. I inhaled the rich, sweet-musk scent of her cunt.

My hands continued to spread her, thumbs pressing firmly into the soft crease where thigh met body, forcing her legs even wider until the soaked lace stretched taut over her engorged sex.

First, I kissed the inside of her left thigh—slow, open-mouthed kisses that ascended with agonizing patience. My teeth grazed the soft flesh, my tongue tasting the faint saltiness of her skin.

Then, I moved to the right thigh, licking and sucking with even slower deliberation, leaving faint marks. My hands simultaneously kneaded and spread her thick, trembling thighs, savoring every inch of her quivering flesh.

Finally, my mouth hovered directly over her drenched panties. The heat radiating from her soaked cunt was intense. The scent was rich, sweet, heady—unmistakably hers, causing my cock to throb painfully within my jeans.

Before my mouth made contact, I brought two thick fingers to the front of her soaked panties. I pressed them firmly against the drenched lace, directly over her swollen clit, and began to rub through the fabric.

The wet material slid slickly over her sensitive nub as I teased her, leaving the wetness on my fingers. I applied only the lightest pressure initially, gradually increasing it just enough to make her clit throb and swell larger beneath my touch, never quite giving her what she truly craved.

I stroked up and down her slit through the panties with torturous laziness, feeling her puffy lips part slightly under the lace as more of her hot arousal soaked through, coating my fingers in slickness.

Only then did I press my open mouth against the damp lace, dragging my tongue flat and heavy upward. I pushed the soaked fabric right between her puffy lips, parting them even through the cloth, and over her swollen clit while my fingers continued their relentless, teasing circles.

The taste of her exploded across my tongue, even through the lace—warm, slick, slightly sweet, and utterly addictive. I groaned deeply against her, the sound vibrating directly into her core.

Madison’s hips jerked violently, a sharp, needy gasp tearing from her throat. Her hands flew into my hair, gripping tightly and pulling me closer, desperate for more.

I didn’t rush. I devoured her through the panties with long, achingly slow, filthy licks, dragging the drenched lace up and down her slit while my two thick fingers maintained their firm, torturous circles directly over her clit through the fabric.

I pressed the soaked material between her swollen, glistening folds, circling and flicking her clit with both my tongue and fingers in maddeningly unhurried motions until the lace was completely transparent, clinging obscenely to every curve of her pussy.

Her juices soaked through so heavily that thick strands of her slickness coated my fingers and dripped slowly onto the hay below.

My hands never ceased their sinful work. While one set of fingers stroked and rubbed her clit through the panties in those slow, torturous circles, drawing out every tremble, the other gripped her hip firmly, holding her open and steady as I worshipped her cunt with deliberate patience.

I sucked her swollen clit through the lace, pulling it gently between my lips, my tongue flicking with slow, precise strokes against the sensitive nub. My fingers pressed and rubbed harder in those same lazy circles, massaging her throbbing clit through the wet fabric until her thick thighs began to shake violently around my head.

I looked up at her, my eyes dark with command, mouth still pressed to her soaked pussy, and growled against her.

"This is mine, Queen. My queen’s perfect, dripping cunt. And I’m going to tease and worship it until you’re shaking and begging for more."

Hooking two fingers under the edge of her soaked panties, I yanked the fabric aside, fully exposing her glistening, swollen pussy.

Her outer lips were plump and dyed a deep red, while her inner folds glistened, slick with thick strands of arousal that stretched and dripped from her entrance. Her clit was engorged, peeking out desperately, yearning for more.

But I did not cease my teasing.

Even with her panties pushed aside, I maintained two fingers firmly pressed against her bare clit, executing those same excruciatingly slow, velvety circles while my tongue plunged back in—gliding directly against her bare, dripping folds, lapping broad, hungry strokes from her leaking hole all the way up to her throbbing clit with deliberate slowness.

I snapped her swollen nub hard into my mouth, emitting wet, obscene sounds that reverberated in the stable. My fingers never faltered in their teasing movements, keeping her teetering on the agonizing precipice without ever penetrating her.

"Haaah!" Madison cried out sharply, her back arching forcefully, hips rolling shamelessly against my face and fingers as she desperately sought more friction. Her thick thighs clamped around my head, trembling violently.

I intensified my grip, spreading her impossibly wider, my thumbs caressing the sensitive skin adjacent to where my mouth and fingers were working her.

I threaded my tongue into her tight, fluttering hole, pleasuring her slowly and deeply with it while my fingers continued to caress those firm, slick, torturous circles over her swollen clit. Her essence was everywhere — hot, slick, sweet, and intoxicating.

I groaned loudly into her pussy, allowing the deep vibration to resonate through her walls as they clenched and fluttered around my tongue.

My hands continued their claim over her, one sliding up to roughly squeeze her breast through her dress, thumb flicking her hardened nipple. The other stayed between her thighs—my fingers relentlessly teasing and stroking her clit in those slow, maddening circles as I utterly consumed her.

She was quivering uncontrollably now, thighs trembling around my head, fingers desperately yanking at my hair as she ground her soaked, swollen pussy against my mouth and teasing fingers with raw, shameless need.

I withdrew just enough to gaze up at her—my face glistening with her juices, eyes dark and commanding — and spoke directly against her dripping cunt, my voice rough and reverent.

I buried my face back between her trembling thighs, tongue thrusting deep while my fingers continued rubbing those firm, torturous circles over her swollen clit through the soaked intricate fabric and bare flesh, pushing her higher and higher with relentless, worshipful hunger as my strong hands held her spread wide, claiming every inch of her trembling body.